It was early in the morning. The sun covered the town, making the morning nice and warm. The sky was blue and scattered with clouds.

And in front of the old blue home on 910 Friendly Court, was a moving van. News had gathered that someone was moving into the old Peterson home, and that news was true.

The Peterson family was moving back into Theodore Peterson’s old childhood home.

Theodore was helping the moving people with the boxes, carrying them inside. Aaron tried to help out, carrying the smaller boxes inside. Mya and Diane were inside, getting rooms situated for everyone. The family was abustle an excited to settle down.

Not minding the reason that why they were here was because they fled Germany after a few fatal accidents on Theodore’s most recent amusement park.

The moving workers shut the van’s door after the final box was brought out of the van. Theodore thanked them for their help. Diane wandered outside, holding Mya in her arms. She placed Mya down beside her brother Aaron and wandered to her husband. She leaned up and gave Theodore and kiss on the cheek. Theodore smiled at her, wrapping an arm around her.

A happy family, it seemed.